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the woman's reply was cracked, strained. "good. I can help, if you tell me what to do." she knew how to take care of herself, then, though the huntress doubted she was physically capable of doing so (at least well) in the moment. the offer was made easily; they may not have met before this, but they were packmates. 

her brow arches in surprise as blondine reveals the attacker was a child. she is glad a moment she is unable to see her obvious reply, but quickly regrets it. she senses the woman's fear, and promptly misidentifies its source. "you're safe now. if she shows up again, we'll deal with her." sharp disgust, then—what kind of sick child would blind a stranger. a pause, as she remembers she's never actually given the woman anything to identify her by. "I'm dawn." with a name attached to her voice, now, she hopes the woman will feel more secure.